Someone hurriedly chased after him from behind.
He was shouting in panic, "Young Master Fan, this is Chief Zhuo's private villa. You Can't just go in like this", but it was obviously too late.
Fan Yu had already entered. He seemed to have heard everything that he shouldn't have heard.
The moment Zhuo Liye turned around, the two men's gazes met.
It was just a second of eye contact, and in the air, there was a silent explosion.
The smell of smoke and gunpowder splattered everywhere.
Zhuo liye narrowed his eyes and waved his hand to dismiss the people next to him.
Since fan Yu had already heard it, it did not matter whether he was allowed to stay or not.
He also wanted to know what was going on.
"Uncle Fan Yu!"
A clear voice suddenly came from upstairs.
It was fan fan.
Although he had been brought upstairs, he had not slept at all.
